OPPORTUNITY

by: John James Ingalls (1833-1900)

      ASTER of human destinies am I!
      Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait.
      Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate
      Deserts and seas remote, and passing by
      Hovel and mart and palace -- soon or late
      I knock, unbidden, once at every gate!
      If sleeping, wake -- if feasting, rise before
      I turn away. It is the hour of fate,
      And they who follow me reach every state
      Mortals desire, and conquer every foe
      Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate,
      Condemned to failure, penury, and woe,
      Seek me in vain and uselessly implore.
      I answer not, and I return no more!

"Opportunity" is reprinted from The Little Book of American Poets. Ed. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: The Riverside Press, 1915.

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